lost
Before I went to boot camp, I was the strongest spiritually I’ve ever been, (pause) but I’ve done a lot between here and there. (longer pause) I’m not sure I’m a Christian anymore…
I watched his eyes, tinged with regret. He held his story in front of himself, like a rag he was inspecting. The regret was sentenced to a small cage on the outskirts of his face. Steel entered his eyes, saying, “I am strong.”
When I found out his age,
20,
I inhaled.
He’s so young
to have only small crumbs and a starving bird of hope cowering in his hand.
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